I was leaving USF, at the red light where Turk cuts through Arguello Blvd and turns into Balboa.

I was a bit languid with my clutch play shifting from neutral to first and sustained a honk from a new Cadillac Escalade two cars behind me. I took off with a little pep, he passed the car between us and pulled alongside me to my left.

The windows were totally tinted out.

(FINISH)

(1st to 2nd)

There is a car on my head

“Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person (for what would a union be of two people who are unclarified, unfinished, and still incoherent?), it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world in himself for the sake of another person; it is a great, demanding claim on him, something that chooses him and calls him to vast distances.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Art: Hamlet by John Austen, 1922

Let’s go to war

The assessment client said to me in the elevator.

VA said to the OT students.

“I am a lucky guy,” he said to them.

And my heart warmed.

What a clash of worlds.

“I didn’t know where to park, so I parked down the street!”

And when I got home:

“The people in the front looked scary!”

“No, but they look like good people.”

“The reason I brought the cookies was because I didn’t like imagining these poor people expecting the cookies and not receiving them.”

As I stepped out into the bright Sunday morning light, I found, yet again, the performance blue paint glowing. All the accents were illuminated in such a muscular way.

“This car wants adventure. It wants to be driven hard to a Sunday morning brunch somewhere in Mill Valley. Where you order a giant breakfast burrito stuffed with egg, cheddar, chorizo, and avocado.

I am choosing to format this as public and not private so I can access it at work.

The book is your ticket to freedom.

Once its in editing, after your editor confirms the magnitude of how big this book will be, how well it’ll do, once you begin shopping it around to agents, you’ll be able to justify quitting your job.

(FINISH)